“You are Americans, I think? So’m I.”
“Yes—we are Americans.”
“I knew it—I can always tell them. What ship did you come over in?”
“City of Chester.”
“Oh, yes—Inman line. We came in the Batavia—Cunard you know. What kind of a passage did you have?”
“Pretty fair.”
“That was luck. We had it awful rough. Captain said he’d hardly seen it rougher. Where are you from?”
“New Jersey.”
“So’m I. No—I didn’t mean that; I’m from New England. New Bloomfield’s my place. These your children?—belong to both of you?”
“Only to one of us; they are mine; my friend is not married.”